Swan

A solitary bird;

there is no flight.

Only two hands

crossed.

Great wings

Rest nestled

upon mute 

breast.

Oh swan.

All shadow.

Caged. 

Cooked.

Oh swan.

Sky will

welcome

you

again.

A Million Photos

Roy Rogers and Dale Evans

refused to kiss for the cameras

because Roy said,

“the kids wouldn’t like it.”

Comfort Station

I grow tall in my bed;

my business here is humble.

Out of my house,

imagine small, smaller.

Between pillows

a giant clears her throat.

An Unremarkable Cycle

Time is a chore

who lingers like

an uninvited house guest

measuring unwanted hours

who grew up to be 

unwelcome days.

More Great Spam Poetry

Trimmed down a bit but this came in an email to me today....spam style.


organize rightness


flustered nihilistic breakers

animalizes under steer



hummingbirds scalp

& takeout sheets


leprosy lover

neuro-tropic

caustically foreign


gasworks exacerbation

shoot out keynotes


tri-monthly

a

bowlegged knock down

7 & 7 Is Calling

The only thing I can say about the movie Crazy Heart is that it inspired me to Google two of my half siblings to see if there was a recent obituary for either one of them. My tone if very matter of fact here. Their untimely demise is no longer tragic to me, it is expected just like I expect the timing belt on my 2000 Honda to expire any day as well.

The truly sad apart about this, other than having hurtful drunks in my family with whom I refuse to speak to ever again, is the fact that I don't even know what name they go by these days to find them.

Oh well. I am truthfully better off not knowing. I found this old poem written maybe in 2000 about one of them.

7 & 7 Is Calling

It is a solo act
practiced until he passes out,
his liver shuts down,
or the local police
pull the curtain down.

It is after 2AM and
the audience is hushed.

In fact I WAS sleeping.

It is 7 & 7 calling
ready to take
center
stage.

Great Things Can Come in Small Packages